Srivi: Grind is sometimes the polishing that we need and it helps keep our dreams alive. Yes, I wish I had more time to pen my thoughts and paint my dreams. But then every moment is precious. Lets not waste it. Life fully.
And keep wandering by… I need your love to wander more.

After a thousand years I wandered by your way, you may have thought I’ve forgotten, but in my heart you stay. Just that life very much like this dying tree, needs time, space, healing to find those roots, the air, the reasons to breathe.

Sorry for the silence but silence has depth and its own reasons, I simply loved this poem, since they resonate with my mine.